John Grey New Estate Trees are hacked down, pulled out from the roots, all in the name of Shady Acres. John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident whose latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon.
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John Grey “Remission”
John Grey Remission Her hair is coming through the baldness, a bed of nails, but not like the one she’s been lying on. John Grey is an Australian born, US resident poet.
Read MoreJohn Grey “Walking Home in Winter”
John Grey Walking Home in Winter It’s a damnable thing, this light that may as well be dark, that suspends the distant cottage in an evasive, erratic glare, that casts dispersion even on my slow trudge back to all I know, taunts that, beneath me somewhere, lies the ice I’m bound to slip on. John […]
Read MoreJohn Grey “Getting into My Car, Mid-Winter”
John Grey Getting into My Car, Mid-Winter A hand-warmed key turns in an iced-up lock, every millimeter begrudged by the chill around me John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident who’s been recently published in That, and the Dunes Review.
Read MoreJohn Grey “Marriage”
John Grey Marriage Marriage didn’t sneak up on me – not with the earthquake and so many of my old friends disappearing in the cracks – but I am struck by a palpable repetition to where I sleep, where I eat my meals. John Grey is an Australian poet, […]
Read MoreJohn Grey “Landing at Green Airport”
John Grey Landing at Green Airport I’m dashing by delirious faces, don’t want to think about them for the entire state of Rhode Island is beyond the next wall, full of information on where I live, who I love, what I like to eat or watch or listen to, the kind of stuff only Rhode […]
Read MoreJohn Grey “In Venice”
John Grey In Venice Shoes on cobblestones make such a noise, not loud but old. John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident.
Read MoreJohn Grey “A Conspiracy Theorist Sits Beside Me on the Bus”
John Grey A Conspiracy Theorist Sits Beside Me on the Bus Someday, maybe the FBI will watch his every movement, listen in to his every thought but, for now, the crazy guy who sits next to me on the bus will have to be content with my apathetic hearing, my incurious observations, my undisguised impatience […]
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